I came to you with best intentions.

"Regretful but necessary transition, rite of passage."

I'm in the middle of moving. So much has changed... I want to write, but I don't. I think of LJ often, of my writing goals, of the downtime I crave so I can sit at the keyboard and let the junk go. Heaps of words, my friends. Heaps.

I've been in a rut but I think the new place will help. There's so much I could say but I only paused to drink a cup of lukewarm coffee... and the packing boxes are waiting.

Moving thought of the day: How did I accumulate so much stuff? I like my stuff, but wow. there's a lot.